When Ouyang stood back up, a trace of understanding appeared on his face. This was probably a recording space.
It recorded events from the Elder Ancient Era, and he could watch it all as a bystander.
Ouyang held his hands together in front of him and quietly watched everything before him, as though he were watching a 5D movie that placed him right in the scene.
Countless people sat cross-legged around the boulder, with two Immortals atop it and Ou Yezi standing there, shaking with excitement.
"So this brat had no ambition even as a kid. Just hearing his name called made him shake with excitement?" Ouyang curled his lip and glanced at Ou Yezi, immediately feeling a wave of nausea.
The two old men exchanged a glance. One of them, a thin old man, looked at the still-trembling Ou Yezi and said, "Ou Yezi, go to Chao Ge. Find the Sword Immortal who has descended into this world and become his scabbard. If you cannot, break that sword!"
"I obey the Immortals' decree!" Ou Yezi lowered his head and prostrated himself, kissing the ground before him.
Having received the Immortals' decree, even the dirt on the ground tasted sweet.
By the time he stood again, the Immortals atop the boulder had vanished. The envious gazes cast at him from all around were almost tangible, making Ou Yezi involuntarily straighten his back.
"By the Immortals' decree, I shall become the Sword Immortal's scabbard! The sword-forging clan shall place my commands above all else! Any who disobey shall be executed!" Ou Yezi mustered all the energy in his Dantian and shouted.
His voice was solemn and imposing, making him seem an entirely different person from the one who had just been shaking like chaff in a sieve.
The people seated on